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minimalist posted an update 1 month ago

She leans into the rail
grinding the sum of our hurt
trying together to be not alone
loves wages, paid

love is a hammer
we hurl against
and the heart is a fist
pounding

there is no fall
only green fire
sleep
and tearing hunger

loneliness is a lady
I never let go
and she don’t ask questions
when I stop at her door
minimalist posted an update 2 months, 1 week ago

Last night..

last night I dreamt you
smiling
like a lantern spills
prisms of light

I held you tightly
your ribs
expanding under my palms

before opening my eyes
I traced for your imprint
on the mattress
listening

in our day lives
under the noise
my body
seeks yours
till our ribs rise, fall
in unison
minimalist posted an update 2 months, 3 weeks ago

let no kiss depart from your mouth
drink from it night and day
let it wet your bones
and cross you as a river

i am your cedar
root, branch – pure entwined
with you, my apple tree
breasts firm
wild eyes green
minimalist posted an update 2 months, 3 weeks ago

our bodies lay in silence
the temple where we dwell

we ask nothing of the world
but space to pray

she is exalted in my East
my West
the world disappears

I call
she calls
we become water
lapping shoreward

to drift and tow
in silence
minimalist posted an update 2 months, 3 weeks ago

homo homini lupus

I stood in a burning building
you walked in
and held me

is it because you don’t see
the havoc I wreak?
or that you do?

I’m here
or I’m gone
I’m off
or I’m on

you beckon beautiful and alien –
diviner of
my whitest, my blackest

yet we cleave
as if love
is petite-mort
and hunger
presages bliss
minimalist commented on the post, embellish 2 months, 3 weeks ago

homo homini lupus

I stood in a burning building
you walked in
and held me

is it because you don’t see
the havoc I wreak?
or that you do?

I’m here
or I’m gone
I’m off
or I’m on

you beckon beautiful and alien –
diviner of
my whitest, my blackest

yet we cleave
as if love
is petite-mort
and hunger
pre-empts comfort
minimalist posted an update 4 months ago

Neverland

january’s heatwave seeps into our bodies
each night we take to the garden
lay naked, entwined
in the blue glow of a thousand stars

we lay on our backs
on the blankets cool weave
and watch them pulsing

The midnight easterly disembarks
runs across treetops
licks our limbs, torsos
we kiss
your tongue pushing against mine

we give our need
we give our vulnerable hearts
the frogs call
the trees kiss-chase the breeze
the stars unwind, begin to swirl

our pulses slow
we wrap around one another
we close our eyes
wearing the faces of our children
our faces
soft, children again
becalmed
tucked together in the night’s cradle
pure hearts, eternal
minimalist posted an update 4 months ago

I sit next to you
at the long wooden table
sip sweet tea quietly
you smile with your eyes
then your mouth

your hair spills
over both shoulders
you turn a page in your diary
show me sketches

your hand reaches for mine
squeezes it tight
I show you the poem
I wrote in bed as you slept
your body touching mine
minimalist commented on the post, master 4 months, 1 week ago

betwixt the spheres
that nightly spin
in reverie we lay
and softly tangle

draped in heav’ns beam
we flow one into other
a yearning tide
sailing us nightly

anointed in honeyed kisses
each possessed of a fever
bequeathed unto the other
as the night winds
rise to shake the marri
minimalist commented on the post, politician 4 months, 1 week ago

unveiled

hold me
i want to whisper
you are the root
from my spine
plunging into fresh earth
nourishing my blood
with rain, sunlight

hold me
when you hold me
i am fused to the thundercloud
i am a gale unleashed
i shake, trees bend
the river leaps above her banks

hold me
i am realized in you
we are a cold stream, falling leaves
lightening, a shooting star
ripples, waves falling
a forest wet with rain

hold me
i am melded to you
my very essence
is pure sensation
of your skin pushing onto mine
adoro te devote

x
minimalist commented on the post, must 4 months, 1 week ago

sunday black

we look like shit
our rawness parceled
in ill fitted trousers
‘good’ shoes
scuffed but we don’t notice

it’s thirty three degrees
we’re all here
gathered outside, like a ring of wraiths
except crude, perspiring, voluptuous
while you pass like helium

I wanted to tell you it’s a beautiful day
like so many we never counted
the lantana in the iron fence
at karrakatta is brilliant yellow
the bees forage pollen
and I wonder
if they flew from King Edward

the sky stretches enough
to hold you tightly
in her bosom
with a kiss for every day
you got through

so I give you one too
because you just don’t know
how beautiful you are
and I love you for it
minimalist commented on the post, experience 4 months, 2 weeks ago

white flags

the heart of a snowstorm
on a white ledge
how could i know
you were so cuffed to
the run-out tide

i nearly froze to death myself
chasing you
scars under my shirt
like jailhouse tatts
but theyre fuck all brother

is it colder there
than here?

the flakes drift in silence
we walk in a crooked line
daring the cold to choke us
murmuring danny boy
to short-rein the chatter

your mother’s heart is broken
the phone call turned it solid white
her white hair
falls around her blue lips
everything else i can bear

we mark you absent
turn our gaze inward
as climbers must
i tell no one that i knew

yet we pray
for sight of your hurricane lamp
high and swinging in blurred distance
till no one feels
the wind, the cold
minimalist commented on the post, experience 4 months, 2 weeks ago

i open my eyes
to your body, feathered
like a hawk

we walk the shimmering beach
i lay on fine sand
and fall asleep

i dream of an old man
standing in azure water
opening his chest

releasing a female hawk
she flies up to the sun
you kiss me

i feel your feathers
brush my burnt skin
you sing into my ear

a song i knew as a child
when my chest bloomed flowers
and the sky grew dark with hawks
minimalist commented on the post, available 5 months, 1 week ago

william turner marches
scuffing shoe leather in the clover
sucked cheeks, hat askew
the day has loosened its tie
and now is a ribbon of waterbirds
drifting high above the easel
where pulsing colour fires off
the silver web
of william’s neurons

instinctively he feels
the lux drop from thirty thousand
to eight hundred
his dilated iris yawning like charybdis
swallowing light
to throw upon the canvas

the birds depart
clover melts to olive
the inward rush of air makes him
nestle his neck into his collar
as the hand which is his horse
pushes the light, releasing the angels
high into the night air
above the field where william turner
has seized the pink sky
minimalist commented on the post, July 5 months, 2 weeks ago

she ties her hair loosely
slips on the apron
with pale pink stripes
waxing under a sunshower of paint

the morning light shows her cheekbones
brightens the stacked paper
under her long hand
she leans on it, splayed like a pianist
finding an edge with a steel rule
tearing quickly with her right hand
a pile of curled strips beside her
she works never glancing away
drinks tea from a tea cup
without looking until
the manuscript leaves are done.

I look at the birds nest of curled white
at the end of the long-table
tangled whites of bent light
bobbing like fronds
in a breeze that crosses the room
she stands to stretch and I
take in her movement

she returns to the studio floor
kneeling, working across
the manuscript cover
kneading glue into cloth
long fingers alive in the task
feeling warp, weft
in her body

she stands, sips hot tea
the porcelain rim soft on her lip
the back to the saucer
nestled under the cluster of jars
stuffed with brushes, paints,
hand tools and turpentine
minimalist commented on the post, simple 5 months, 2 weeks ago

two zebra finches
rapid flash wing-flutter
halo’d across sight lines
drowsy branches lapse into morning haze
he sings to Her
he sings of the morning
he sings of the branches, the tree
linear perfection in all things
a beauty too bright to remain unsung
soul affirming
the sole truth,
the kernel

each zebra finch
basks in the stillness of the other
their downy nest
gathered together on warm days
carrying tufts of horse hair
blown in the round-yard
duckling feathers
from the safe bank of the soak-dam
redgum twigs still green
where the children play

one hundred songs of rich brown
writ upon each body
chocolate, coffee, cinnamon and spice
tan, tawny, bay, and stone
Hazel clay, cocoa wood,
rusted kiln-fired lovers
wake together, bathe together
dream together, bodies touching
delicate trustees
in the cosmos of their garden
where there was no fall
is no winter
minimalist commented on the post, object 5 months, 2 weeks ago

the seabirds lean and
sigh to the headwind
sawing their cries
as we scavenge, orphaned
sucked among casks, netting
stupefied
mouthing hosanna
to a fiery, mute god

the dust and clay
of our provincial lychgates
will not swallow our bones -
‘all souls lost ‘
as if highwaymen dancing the gibbet
as if we wished this pouring out
like water onto sand
david commented on the post, employees 6 months ago

I bring tinsel, pins
Scavenged treasures
Until our nest unfurls
Like a lotus

It is my dna

Our baby pirouettes
Slowly, bravely
Joins the cygnets
Shivering, doe-eyed
Hidden in the curtain’s hem

The starlight
That burns within all of us
Lights her fingertips
Even as I lift her
dreamy tired limbs

Is this my apple?

Yes my love,
All of it.
david commented on the post, walls 7 months, 2 weeks ago

Carnival

in this dark blanket
she’s normally curled tight under,
a short rise and fall of her chest
marks tempo –
her leap through the window
a dive, a splash
and chasing her divine shadow

tonight […]
david commented on the post, half 9 months ago

We lost the captain in those early months
But we were steel armed
smashing shoulders to the wheel
Propelled like chart makers
With singularity of purpose

So I assumed the helm
overhead angels
Sung […]
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